In the darkness I walk,
through a door of splintered oak.
Absent of stars or light.
In the dark, myself I still see,
then, a light appear from nowhere.
Illuminating a chair
a simple chair of polished wood.
A smell of familiarity.
Of what I couldn’t place, only familiar.
I sat as everything starts to shift,
a pair of leather boots, battered and weathered, appear before me.
Colors splashed across the darkness.
The floor came, realizing barefooted I was.
She appeared then, like when we first cross.
In red coat, hair in dreadlocks,
looking smaller then when we first cross.
Reaching out but I stop short, like I hesitated before.
Scared of what to say or do,
looking at her back, like always as I watch others passed.
A chance in a million, passed.
As I rise, the darkness returns.
Realizing when my eyes open, another lost chance stood before me.
As she faced me, sometimes I can see her eyes sometimes not.
Her mouth moving as if trying to speak, but nothing reaches me.
Pretending to sleep avoiding them, again.
As I begin to fall through the darkness, everything passing before me.
Splashes of colors, images, things, people.
As I fall passed through the door, before I lost sight of it.
Slowly it closed forever.